The villagers didn't have time to rush to the market, so taking the business to the streets and alleys definitely worked out better.
Since Sheng Ning returned to the General Union, the bean sprout business had been thriving. She didn't skimp on the scales, and the bean sprouts were fresh and tender, attracting more and more customers.
Now she could sell more than a dozen yuan a day!
"An'an, ready to go back?" A village elder driving a donkey greeted her enthusiastically in a worn-out coat.
"Just wait for me, Grandpa. I'll be right there." Sheng An carefully put away the money box, thinking to herself that once she made enough money, she would buy a bicycle to make selling goods more convenient.
But then the thought of still owing the town mayor five thousand yuan snuffed out any other ideas.
"Yo! An'an, you still have plenty of bean sprouts left, right?" Liu Cuixia, carrying a basket and strutting with arrogance, blocked Sheng An's path.